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bloody heap.
     
    Faster than she could believe Arn tore one of the hunters to pieces and hauled Brienne around the waist while he ran past her. Though the shifters were a race of supernatural badasses, they were expected to fight only in that they must flee by any means. From pack to pack this was one of the few laws that shifters universally recognized. They had to keep their existence from becoming a widely known fact, better to stay in the shadows of fiction and superstition.
     
    From what Roland had told her there was a mega-corporation known as Raytheodyne, which in addition to being a major defense contractor for the United States military-industrial complex also held several subsidiary companies that operated as bio-engineering firms. The company had become aware of the existence of the shifters only in the last five or six years, and had decided to keep it quiet. According to pack lore the company seemed intent on capturing a live shifter, likely to exploit their unique DNA for one product or another. For whatever reason the unique shifter biology became inert upon death, and so a dead shifter was just another human corpse. This meant that the company had to take one alive in order to exploit the species, and to date they hadn’t been able to manage it. Attacks were few and far between, as the company seemed not to have yet found an effective tracking method, though when they happened it was a bloodbath.
     
    No one wanted to imagine what the fate of any captured shifter might be, and as such it had become shifter law to avoid it at all costs. Capture was worse than death to a shifter, and as Arn carried Brienne and bashed aside another gunman the druid could see many of the shifters make their choice. Most fled, as the building was wide open thanks to the broken windows and blasted doors, so it was a mad dash for their bikes or the safety of the night. A small few, those already engaged, fought like berserkers to the bitter and bloody end.
     
    Once they were in the hallway leading to the rear exit Arn let Brienne down and they ran for the open door. Womack was behind them, firing a semi-automatic pistol into the fray as he kept pace. Brienne knew it was hard for him to leave Iri behind, just as it was for her to leave Roland, but it was the shifter way. When the three of them emerged into the night a gunman who had taken cover behind one of the bikes fired on them. Womack took the brunt of the blast as the cloud of silver buckshot tore into him, though one did strike Arn in the meat of his forearm. Womack’s body was thrown back against the wall as Arn fell to his knees. Brienne fired once with the shotgun, though at the distance her shot pattern was spread thin thanks to the chopped barrel of her weapon.
     
    The return fire did distract the gunman, who crouched back behind the bike, giving Womack enough time to empty his clip at the fuel tank of the bike. The man and the motorcycle went up in a ball of fire and shrapnel that knocked everyone to the ground. Womack was lying on his back and digging in his own flesh with a switchblade, and his screams were inhuman and deafening. She could have opened herself to her druid powers and done something for him, perhaps even saved him, though such things took time that they did not have. The sounds of battle continued inside, mixed with the roars of engines as shifters from both packs fled the scene. Arn groaned and Brienne helped him to his feet. The two of them fled into the path of forest just behind the shop. Once inside the tree line Arn had shifted rapidly into his wolf form, and the two of them pushed deeper into the dark woods.
     
    Someone had just died out there, thought Brienne to herself as she silently attempted to remember how many shots she fired and what she had left. As it was she did her best to take slow and deliberate breaths, keeping the noise minimal as she relied on her training to intentionally lower her presently thundering heart rate. The